I’ve come to know a lot of things that I didn’t before 

Like the floor and things below it 

Crowbars wounded and fatigued 

My nails take over with spliced grin 

Bloody shoeboxes hold a future 

That was written hundreds of years prior 

         

       I am nothing without a foundation 

Something sturdy so that I may start my ending 

            

    I cannot help that I often help 

Those that cannot 

      

          My closed mouth gets fed 

Because I keep the secrets I am told